"What do you mean? Zhao Tianqin and I are brothers and sisters? How is it possible? Our parents only have one child. How can we be brothers and sisters when we are so far apart..." Huang Zezhong couldn't help clenching his fists. It turned out that all his uneasiness came from this.
.
Yang Luxi rubbed her brows and said helplessly, "You caused all this yourself. Of course you feel that the things that happened in your previous life should not be blamed on you, but the pain and suffering you brought to Tian Qin cannot be erased with just a word of forgiveness...
...You don’t understand anything, why should I tell you this. If you want to be with Tian Qin, treat her well, and other Tian Qin will judge for herself, and you can handle emotional matters by yourself."
"I...can you tell me what happened?" Huang Zezhong couldn't help but ask, did Zhao Tianqin really marry him in the dream?
Lin Zhengyang took over, "How do we know what happened between you and Tian Qin? We all know that you love her, but she also went from loving you to not loving you anymore. Think about it for yourself. You want to be with Tian Qin.
Work hard on your own and don't force her to do anything. What she hates the most is the word "force", even if it's for her own good, she still hates it."
"Can you call Uncle Zhao Guobang? I want to see them." Huang Zezhong couldn't help but think of the time he forced Zhao Tianqin to go back to his house. As expected, he hated him even more because of this.
"I won't answer any of your questions. You should return to your normal life, and you will know the result later. Nannan is not lost, but she left on her own. We don't know what she wants to do, and you don't want to explore it. After all,
You are now an ordinary person." Lin Zhengyang stood up, opened his palms, and the next second a sketchbook appeared in his hand.
After opening the cover, he turned it to show Huang Zezhong, "How do you feel?"
Huang Zezhong frowned. A man who looked very much like him was sleeping under the peach blossom tree. A boy and a girl who looked very similar to Zhao Tianqin were playing under the peach blossom tree. Judging from their height, the girl was 8-10 years old and the boy was 5-7 years old.
Huang Zezhong endured the pain in his heart and said with difficulty: "I don't understand, what does this mean?" Why did you give him a colored pencil drawing?
"Once upon a time, you and Nannan had a child, and Nannan had two narrow escapes in exchange for her life." Lin Zhengyang waved his hand and sent the sketchbook back to Zhao Tianqin's bookshelf in the Zhao family.
"Why isn't she in the painting?" Huang Zezhong asked, enduring the severe pain in his heart, and clenched his fists involuntarily.
"Why do you think there isn't?" Yang Luxi asked, with a cold look in her eyes.
"She's dead?" Huang Zezhong said dejectedly, feeling like his heart was being pulled hard and he couldn't breathe. He suddenly remembered the dream the night before. The girl in the dream was so thin. In the dream, he couldn't feel any weight, and his hand touched her
They were all bones. The girl's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead in the scorching hot weather. But when he hugged the girl, he felt cold, bone-chilling cold...
"Yes, but do you know why she died?" Lin Zhengyang asked indifferently, with unspeakable murderous intent in his eyes.
"Did I kill her?" Huang Zezhong couldn't help but clenched his fists, with veins showing and his nails piercing his palms without even noticing.
"Go back, either treat her well, or stay away from her, and never provoke her again." Lin Zhengyang waved his hands, turned around and closed his eyes, a tear falling from the corner of his eye.
He didn't know anything in that life, not that Zhao Tianqin was his daughter. If he had cared more about his daughter, known earlier that Huang Zezhong was his son, and taken his son home, his daughter would be protected by parents like them.
I won't lose my faith in living.
In every life, a daughter loses the child she was conceived in her belly, and eventually dies because they are not around. How painful it is to be alone, coupled with the terrible pain of the bruises and enlarged body, he cannot imagine it, and every time he thinks about it, he feels
pain.
Why does such a place exist? The Sinful Star Country...
"Go back, this may be your last chance. My child, don't feel wronged anymore." Yang Luxi held back the pain in her heart and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"The last time?" Huang Zezhong stood up with a dazed expression. He covered his painful head and looked at the couple.
Lin Zhengyang, whose expression returned to normal, turned around and said seriously, "Yes, this is the last time. If you don't seize the opportunity, you may never even think about seeing my daughter again. When we have the ability to take her away, we will never allow you to hurt her again.
He cares about her every bit. Now it’s just Nannan’s own choice. She asked us not to interfere, otherwise we will make you not even have the chance to see Nannan.”
"I'm going back first..." Huang Zezhong whispered, turned and walked towards the door. The familiar villa, everything made him feel familiar and safe, and it smelled like Zhao Tianqin.
Looking around, Huang Zezhong's expression became depressed.
There was a faint milky fragrance floating around, coming from nowhere.
"I don't know what happened. It feels like an illusion. Tianqin, is it you? I smell your scent and I know you are her. Is this the essence?" Huang Zezhong walked out of the door and looked back.
He glanced at No. 89, then turned to look at No. 88, his expression full of nostalgia.
"I'm leaving, as you wish, back to the life track you want!" Huang Zezhong walked towards the gate of the community and got into a taxi waiting at the gate of the community.
"Master, airport." Huang Zezhong turned his head and looked at the Camellia Community. An indescribable strange feeling made Huang Zezhong want to go in and take a look. He tugged at the corner of his mouth to suppress his thoughts.
The car started and drove away quickly, and the faint milky smell dissipated.
In the middle of the night, a tired-looking Huang Zezhong got off the plane, walked out of the airport and walked towards the airport parking lot. He opened the door and got into the driver's seat of the car.
I closed my eyes and rested my mind for quite a while but still didn't recover.
I fell asleep on the plane just now, and I couldn't see any scenery in my dream, only red and white flames burning.
And he was kneeling in the flames, with a small and skinny corpse lying beside his legs.
The appearance could not be clearly seen, and the only thing that could be seen was a small piece of white skin on the female corpse's right wrist and left shoulder, with extremely bright red moles on it.
There was a faint sentence in the ear: "Aze, help me, it hurts... it hurts..."
Huang Zezhong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and put his hand on his still beating heart.
After starting the car, Huang Zezhong drove towards the military sanatorium in the suburbs, drove into the gate of the sanatorium guarded by soldiers, and came to a three-story building deep in the purple bamboo forest.
After parking the car, he opened the door and walked into the hall where only the wall lamp was lit. Just as he was about to go upstairs, the door to the first floor opened.
The old man with gray hair and still upright body walked out with a cane, "Why did you come home so suddenly? It's the middle of the night. Tell me, what happened? Do you need grandpa to give you some advice?"
Shaking his head, Huang Zezhong said firmly, "No need, I already have the answer in my mind. It's just that thinking is one thing and doing it is another, so it may not be achieved."